The Lark, the Wren, and the Hippogriff
Chapter Two
Birds in Flight
well, i wasn't going to continue, but i got such a nice review i decided to anyhow. Less political junk this time, i think. More plot.
"Give it back!" Ron's face was alight with fury.
"Now, why would I do that?" Fred grinned up at his brother. A recent growth spurt had made Ron taller than his brother, but there were two of Fred and only one of Ron.
Fred tossed the letter across the kitchen to the other Fred, under the alias George. George caught it with mischeivous delight, waiting until Ron stormed across the room, and tossing it lithely back to Fred.
"Fred, I need to see whether she's coming or not!" Ron looked positively furious.
"Oh, let's see, shall we?" Fred asked as his twin came up behind Ron and cursed him with a full body bind. Ron was frozen in place, just inches away from the fought over letter. Fred took the letter out of the small white enevelope with neat green handwriting.
"Hmm...dear Ronsipoo...I can't tell you how much I missed you..." Fred looked at his brother through puppy like eyes. "I'm coming tommorrow, so make sure you're prepared to snog...and snog...and snog..." Fred continued off dreamily, and George decided to take over.
"I'm sooo sorry about Vicky...you know I don't like anyone but you...I can't wait to see you tommorrow...luuuuv, your Hermioninny." George looked at his brother though tear conjured eyes. "Awwwww...so sweet." He smiled sympathetically as Ron struggle to speak.
"Mvvv mph hem dham mhmher!" Ron managed to get out through lips clamped shut.
"What was that?" Fred leaned closer to his brother, hand cupped around his ear. "I didn't quite hear."
"MMVVV MHE HM DAM LMHER!"
"What was that?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as his stumbled down the stairs. "Ron wants a ham leper?"
The spell loosed, and Ron snatched the letter from George's hand. "I wanted the damn letter," he said through clenched teeth unfolding it.
"Oh, is Hermione coming?" Ginny followed Harry in her tattered nightgown.
"Yes," Ron said, still glaring at his brothers. "She's coming tommorrow, by Floo powder." The twins were still chortling over their prank. "And she's not snogging with anyone, me or Krum."
"Snorkling?" Harry asked tiredly. "Hermione's snorkling?"
Fred and George looked at eachother, shared mischeif in their eyes. "Hey, Gin, have you and Harry started 'snorkling' yet?" Harry looked up, finally realizing what they had meant. Fortunately, he didn't need to conjure up any brainpower to reply.
"Oh, god no," Ginny said, laughing slighly. Harry looked taken aback. "Pass the toast please."
Four sets of eyebrows looked at Ginny, then at eachother. Fred and George, for the first time ever, were totally speechless. Ron once he realized what Ginny had just said, became absolutely delighted, and began humming softly.
"Harry got dissed."
"Shut up, Ron," Ginny told her brother. "All I said was I didn't want to kiss him."
Enlightnment was beginning to dawn on Harry, and he frowned. "You know, I'm pretty sure that somewhere along the line I just got insulted-"
"Twice," Ron added gleefully.
"- but I don't think I want to figure out how." Harry still looked absolutely stunned.
Wren Astrel draped herself over the absurdly purple chair, looking at her cousin (or second cousin, she wasn't really sure) with slight mocking. Her lip curled up slightly as he pace under her gaze, scowling every once and awhile.
Abruptly, he stopped, his grey eyes shifting over to meet hers for the first time.
"I trust your mother told you about the circumstances that just arose," he told her, his eyes telling her that he would tell her again anyway. Wren sighed, and positioned herself more comfertably on the ugly velvet chair.
"Master wants Harry Potter," he told her, his eyes darting uneasily around the room. "So we're going to get him."
"Through me?" Wren lifted dark eyebrows over her pale face.
"Through you." Lucius didn't condesend to sneer. "And my son. Have you met him?" There was an odd light in Lucius's eyes, one Wren wasn't sure she like. That was a Malfoy for you.
"So what's the plan this time?" Wren delibrately made her voice bored. "Hmm...attack Hogwarts so we can all die? Better yet, go face on with famous Harry himself, so we can suffer yet another humiliating defeat."
Lucius bristled, recalling what had happened a bare two months ago. "Every person," he began, stressing the word person as though to indicate that his Master was not included, "has a weakness. Harry's is his friends. If we attack them, he's as good as ours."
"Really?" Wren feigned suprise. "I suprised you managed to come up with such an intricate theory. And pray tell, do we attack the Burrow, guarded by Ministry magic, all those dumb Weasly's, and Harry Potter himself? Or are we going to lead a magnificent rampage to conquer Krum Kastle?"
Lusius sneered. "I am sure, Wren, that in your fifteen years you are by far wiser than me." The nasty smile on his mouth indicated otherwise. "But let's just pretend your not, okay?" Condesention seeped into his voice. "No, we are going to use Hogwarts-"
"Better and better," Wren muttered, sullen.
Lucius continued as though nothing had happened. "-internally. With you and my son-"
"What a wonderfully partner." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"-we should be able to get to Potter." Lucius glared at her. He really didn't feel like talking to her longer. "My son knows the plan. You can go talk to him." He sat down at his desk, flipping through the papers there. Looking up, he realized with dismay that Wren was still there.
"You're dismissed," he told her.
"Why, thank you." Wren gave him a look of feigned innocence. "Did i tell you how much it meant to me when Mum told me my second-cousin Lucius said I could come stay?" Her grey eyes danced with mischeif. "And to be useful, on top of that? You have no idea how much-"
"Wren?" Lucius cut her off impatiently.
"Ye-es?" Wren perched herself on his desk.
"Leave. Now."
Wren sauntured out, closing the door lightly behind her. As soon as it clicked shut, she leaned back heavily, pretended hurt gone. She hated her mother's cousin with a passion.
"Well, well." A low voice drawled from behind her. "If it isn't my good cousin Wren Astrel." He moved to drape his arm around her.
Wren shoved it off. "Once removed, Draco. Don't make us any closer than is absolutely nessacary."
Draco pouted, for a moment looking slightly like his cousin. They both had the same, steel grey eyes and pale skin, but Draco had wavy, silver blond hair and Wren had a dark brown stringy mass. "Did he tell you the plan?" His eyes glinted.
"No." Wren scowled. "What is it? Wait, let me guess, a suicide mission?"
Draco smiled sarcastically back. "Nothing quite that dramatic, dear cousin." Wren muttered something about 'once removed.' Draco ignored her. "It's quite simple, really. I assume you know Hermione Granger?"
Wren glared at him. "Yes, dunderhead. My mother's only been in Voldie's circle since before your father."
Draco ignored both the implied and the blunt insult. "Well then, it's easy. You become Hermione, and Hermione becomes a Wren." He received the satisfation of mild astonishment on Wren's face.
"Really?" She seemed at least slighty intrigued. "And how, pray tell, the we accomplish that?"
Draco grinned and launched off into the explantion.
Buckybeak the Hippogriff was enjoying a very thorough grooming, the first one he'd had in awhile. He let out a long trill of relief, glad to get all the mud and dirt out of his once beautiful feathers and shiny chesnut coat.
He listened with intrest to the conversation between the man he had spent the last year with and a women he had never met before. For a human, she seemed old, with wrinkling skin and peircing blue eyes.
"Be careful," she was telling the man. "Lady Theresa is tricky. Very, very tricky." Her eyes glistened with tears.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Figg." Sirius showered a grin on the older lady. "She can't touch me and Bucky here. Besides, she thinks we're just another one of Sean's dumb relatives."
"I never really knew why he didn't tell her the full truth," Mrs Figg told him, sighing. "He seemed so blinded by love...and yet she knows absolutely nothing about who he was..." She sighed again, longer and deeper. "He used to have a hippogriff, you know."
Sirius laid a gentle hand on his former teacher's shoulder. "I'll redeem your son, Mrs Figg. I promise."
You know, I think there's actually two Hippogriffs...oh well. Anyhow, i know it sucked, but please r/r anyhow. Out of kindness to my old ghostly self.
Chapter Two
Birds in Flight
well, i wasn't going to continue, but i got such a nice review i decided to anyhow. Less political junk this time, i think. More plot.
"Give it back!" Ron's face was alight with fury.
"Now, why would I do that?" Fred grinned up at his brother. A recent growth spurt had made Ron taller than his brother, but there were two of Fred and only one of Ron.
Fred tossed the letter across the kitchen to the other Fred, under the alias George. George caught it with mischeivous delight, waiting until Ron stormed across the room, and tossing it lithely back to Fred.
"Fred, I need to see whether she's coming or not!" Ron looked positively furious.
"Oh, let's see, shall we?" Fred asked as his twin came up behind Ron and cursed him with a full body bind. Ron was frozen in place, just inches away from the fought over letter. Fred took the letter out of the small white enevelope with neat green handwriting.
"Hmm...dear Ronsipoo...I can't tell you how much I missed you..." Fred looked at his brother through puppy like eyes. "I'm coming tommorrow, so make sure you're prepared to snog...and snog...and snog..." Fred continued off dreamily, and George decided to take over.
"I'm sooo sorry about Vicky...you know I don't like anyone but you...I can't wait to see you tommorrow...luuuuv, your Hermioninny." George looked at his brother though tear conjured eyes. "Awwwww...so sweet." He smiled sympathetically as Ron struggle to speak.
"Mvvv mph hem dham mhmher!" Ron managed to get out through lips clamped shut.
"What was that?" Fred leaned closer to his brother, hand cupped around his ear. "I didn't quite hear."
"MMVVV MHE HM DAM LMHER!"
"What was that?" Harry asked, rubbing his eyes as his stumbled down the stairs. "Ron wants a ham leper?"
The spell loosed, and Ron snatched the letter from George's hand. "I wanted the damn letter," he said through clenched teeth unfolding it.
"Oh, is Hermione coming?" Ginny followed Harry in her tattered nightgown.
"Yes," Ron said, still glaring at his brothers. "She's coming tommorrow, by Floo powder." The twins were still chortling over their prank. "And she's not snogging with anyone, me or Krum."
"Snorkling?" Harry asked tiredly. "Hermione's snorkling?"
Fred and George looked at eachother, shared mischeif in their eyes. "Hey, Gin, have you and Harry started 'snorkling' yet?" Harry looked up, finally realizing what they had meant. Fortunately, he didn't need to conjure up any brainpower to reply.
"Oh, god no," Ginny said, laughing slighly. Harry looked taken aback. "Pass the toast please."
Four sets of eyebrows looked at Ginny, then at eachother. Fred and George, for the first time ever, were totally speechless. Ron once he realized what Ginny had just said, became absolutely delighted, and began humming softly.
"Harry got dissed."
"Shut up, Ron," Ginny told her brother. "All I said was I didn't want to kiss him."
Enlightnment was beginning to dawn on Harry, and he frowned. "You know, I'm pretty sure that somewhere along the line I just got insulted-"
"Twice," Ron added gleefully.
"- but I don't think I want to figure out how." Harry still looked absolutely stunned.
Wren Astrel draped herself over the absurdly purple chair, looking at her cousin (or second cousin, she wasn't really sure) with slight mocking. Her lip curled up slightly as he pace under her gaze, scowling every once and awhile.
Abruptly, he stopped, his grey eyes shifting over to meet hers for the first time.
"I trust your mother told you about the circumstances that just arose," he told her, his eyes telling her that he would tell her again anyway. Wren sighed, and positioned herself more comfertably on the ugly velvet chair.
"Master wants Harry Potter," he told her, his eyes darting uneasily around the room. "So we're going to get him."
"Through me?" Wren lifted dark eyebrows over her pale face.
"Through you." Lucius didn't condesend to sneer. "And my son. Have you met him?" There was an odd light in Lucius's eyes, one Wren wasn't sure she like. That was a Malfoy for you.
"So what's the plan this time?" Wren delibrately made her voice bored. "Hmm...attack Hogwarts so we can all die? Better yet, go face on with famous Harry himself, so we can suffer yet another humiliating defeat."
Lucius bristled, recalling what had happened a bare two months ago. "Every person," he began, stressing the word person as though to indicate that his Master was not included, "has a weakness. Harry's is his friends. If we attack them, he's as good as ours."
"Really?" Wren feigned suprise. "I suprised you managed to come up with such an intricate theory. And pray tell, do we attack the Burrow, guarded by Ministry magic, all those dumb Weasly's, and Harry Potter himself? Or are we going to lead a magnificent rampage to conquer Krum Kastle?"
Lusius sneered. "I am sure, Wren, that in your fifteen years you are by far wiser than me." The nasty smile on his mouth indicated otherwise. "But let's just pretend your not, okay?" Condesention seeped into his voice. "No, we are going to use Hogwarts-"
"Better and better," Wren muttered, sullen.
Lucius continued as though nothing had happened. "-internally. With you and my son-"
"What a wonderfully partner." Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
"-we should be able to get to Potter." Lucius glared at her. He really didn't feel like talking to her longer. "My son knows the plan. You can go talk to him." He sat down at his desk, flipping through the papers there. Looking up, he realized with dismay that Wren was still there.
"You're dismissed," he told her.
"Why, thank you." Wren gave him a look of feigned innocence. "Did i tell you how much it meant to me when Mum told me my second-cousin Lucius said I could come stay?" Her grey eyes danced with mischeif. "And to be useful, on top of that? You have no idea how much-"
"Wren?" Lucius cut her off impatiently.
"Ye-es?" Wren perched herself on his desk.
"Leave. Now."
Wren sauntured out, closing the door lightly behind her. As soon as it clicked shut, she leaned back heavily, pretended hurt gone. She hated her mother's cousin with a passion.
"Well, well." A low voice drawled from behind her. "If it isn't my good cousin Wren Astrel." He moved to drape his arm around her.
Wren shoved it off. "Once removed, Draco. Don't make us any closer than is absolutely nessacary."
Draco pouted, for a moment looking slightly like his cousin. They both had the same, steel grey eyes and pale skin, but Draco had wavy, silver blond hair and Wren had a dark brown stringy mass. "Did he tell you the plan?" His eyes glinted.
"No." Wren scowled. "What is it? Wait, let me guess, a suicide mission?"
Draco smiled sarcastically back. "Nothing quite that dramatic, dear cousin." Wren muttered something about 'once removed.' Draco ignored her. "It's quite simple, really. I assume you know Hermione Granger?"
Wren glared at him. "Yes, dunderhead. My mother's only been in Voldie's circle since before your father."
Draco ignored both the implied and the blunt insult. "Well then, it's easy. You become Hermione, and Hermione becomes a Wren." He received the satisfation of mild astonishment on Wren's face.
"Really?" She seemed at least slighty intrigued. "And how, pray tell, the we accomplish that?"
Draco grinned and launched off into the explantion.
Buckybeak the Hippogriff was enjoying a very thorough grooming, the first one he'd had in awhile. He let out a long trill of relief, glad to get all the mud and dirt out of his once beautiful feathers and shiny chesnut coat.
He listened with intrest to the conversation between the man he had spent the last year with and a women he had never met before. For a human, she seemed old, with wrinkling skin and peircing blue eyes.
"Be careful," she was telling the man. "Lady Theresa is tricky. Very, very tricky." Her eyes glistened with tears.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Figg." Sirius showered a grin on the older lady. "She can't touch me and Bucky here. Besides, she thinks we're just another one of Sean's dumb relatives."
"I never really knew why he didn't tell her the full truth," Mrs Figg told him, sighing. "He seemed so blinded by love...and yet she knows absolutely nothing about who he was..." She sighed again, longer and deeper. "He used to have a hippogriff, you know."
Sirius laid a gentle hand on his former teacher's shoulder. "I'll redeem your son, Mrs Figg. I promise."
You know, I think there's actually two Hippogriffs...oh well. Anyhow, i know it sucked, but please r/r anyhow. Out of kindness to my old ghostly self.